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date: 1920-04-15

names-on-the-page: Mrs. Smith

transcription: April 15, 1920 - Page 5

Mrs. Smith now received the following:

-Show Me the Light-

Where is the sun?
I know this morrow he did rise,
Flinging his golden mane across the sky
Charging the earth's rim. Yet am I blind.
Day unto me is white moonlight
And the shadows seem deep and a little
Fearful! I have let my hands seek
In my fearing and found they were strong
Yet I may not trust them!

Oh, where is the sun?
I know he came this morrow,
Beloved. Yet in all this long, long day
There is no echo of thee
And that echo is the only sound
Which may lift mine eyelids
That I behold day's light.

Patience then gave us this Spring poem:

-May-

In sandals of gold,
Rimmed of jade, whose latchets
Are jewelled of pearls, cometh May.
Yea, and her breast is as white
As white as the cloth of the tabernacle
And her voice, yea, her voice
Hath a thousand cadences such
As the temple bells. And her eyes,
Yea, her eyes are as deep
Yea, as deep as the sky
Reflected in the sea's pit and her arms,
Yea, her arms are curved in lovering
Manner. Yea, in lovering. And her cheek
Yea her cheek is flushed
As a young dawn. And he comes
In golden sandals rimmed of jade
And their latchets are jewelled of pearls.
May.

She followed this with another sentence of Samuel Wheaton:

"Tell the child to go. I cannot make myself humble before
both you and Samuel Wheaton."

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